Welcome to Gotham. Not the city — the condition.
This is where romance wears designer dysfunction,
Intimacy is a performance art, and “let’s get a drink” often ends in existential crisis or… surprisingly good pasta.
No Heroes in Gotham is a curated anthology of almost-love stories, red flags disguised as personality, and the occasional moment of accidental sincerity.
Some nights end in a detox tea and a blocked number.
Some end in a stolen hoodie and three-day eye contact.
All of them leave a mark — on your Notes app or your nervous system.
This isn’t just a dating blog. It’s an emotional archive.
An open love letter to the city, the chaos, and the characters who keep it interesting.
Proceed with curiosity. Possibly wine.
